CLOUDSCAPES
‘They’re one of the most beautiful, iconic pictures of what being on Earth is.’
The Cold Tap Sings
the p-word
Tag: Clouds
April 6, 2017
October 27, 2013
DAWN
photo: David Hockney
Dawn
The pink underbelly
of the lenticular cloud
unfurling
above the hedgerows
in the morning mist
was Hockneyesque
an iPhone painting
of dawn backlit dawn
June 22, 2013
LOOK HERE THIS
photo: Bearseye
Look Here This
is a poem
about a cygnet
under a mackerel
sky when was
the last time
you saw something
beautiful without
photographing it
when was the
last time you
saw a cygnet
and didn’t think
this baby swan
is a poem
January 23, 2013
HUBBUB
After completing the O section of my suite of univocalist poems I was worried that the U section would be the hardest. And I was right. No pronouns or articles this time.* Ouch! Well, here goes…
***
Hubbub
Plump gulls must sup.
Suck up luxury hummus.
Chuck up burgundy mucus.
Lungfuls. Such tumult!
Dumbstruck ducks cuss.
Sun
sunk thru cumulus
unfurls.
Cumulus turns succubus.
Succumbs.
***
And there we have it. Read the other poems in the suite here. And stay tuned for an audio recording of ‘Oiseaux’.
*well, technically I could use ‘us’, but I didn’t.
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